Author: Shadow

Disclaimer: I, K.P. Phelps, here by state for future reference that I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters. I do own a few DVDs, Videos and manga but nothing more.

Summary: It started out like a bad dream, but soon she found herself screaming for salvation she was in the middle of genocide on the entire human race.

Ok...up until now, I tried not to include what was running through my mind...but! I decided what the hey. Especially since I received a review from a reader, they said that I lacked the whole physical persona from my characters. I want to thank you. I love receiving comments. They really help move the story along.

05 – February - 2007

Saints of Satan

Chapter Nine

Serena heard sobbing and believed that she was dreaming until she realized that the edge of the bed was being weighted down. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes "Darien?"

"Serena?" Darien's voice sounded heavy and in the light streaming in from a small window she could see his metal belt buckle gleaning.

She leaned over and tried to see him better. Darien continued to sit there as if she hadn't moved. But in the light she could see that he was covered in blood, his hands bathed in red, his face smeared with it except for a clear line starting at the corner of his eye where the tears were falling.

"You killed someone…" It wasn't a question.

Darien nodded and ran a hand through his matted hair.

"You've done it before, why are you crying now?"

Darien looked at her and she saw that some of the blood was his own. "He was trying to get in here…"

She looked at the door and there was some red puddle around it. She got to her knees and crawled to him. She pulled him into her arms and he lay on top of her, but not squishing her, letting her hold him.

"Sapphire…he was my friend…he was trying to get in here…he figured I would share you…he was drunk and I killed him to save you." She could feel his tears and blood drip down her skin, but she didn't care, he was hurting because he had, had to kill someone who was dear to him to save her.

"Darien…I'm so sorry…" she whispered gently against his blood-covered cheek.

He sat up a bit and looked down into her eyes. "Don't be Serena…please, don't be…I promised I would protect you…and I did and will continue to. This isn't your world…so I must protect you from it…"

For the first time ever, seeing this man hurt, covered in blood and shadowed by moon light, she realized just how devastatingly handsome he was, and that's all the time she had to think. His head swooped down and captured her lips with her own in a tender and coopery kiss.

She tasted Darien and the sweet cooper tang of blood and wanted more of him, and in the one innocent move of kissing him in return, with more passion, she offered herself to him.

In the darkened metal chambers the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of leather hissing as it came loose from Darien's body and fell to the floor. Serena's pants and light moans as Darien moved down her body, kissing her skin as he bared it.

And in one movement, he parted her legs and pushed his length inside of her, capturing her moan in his mouth. He rocked against her gently, the tacky dried blood on his body rubbing against the smooth curves of hers as she arched her back, her hands clinging to his shoulders.

She was so small in his embrace that he knew as she whimpered and moaned into his mouth that he had to get her out of this place. That she couldn't stay here. She wouldn't survive.

(Read this while listening to Requiem from Trinity Blood www.myspace. com/ trinityblood77 you'll see where my mind space was)